Chapter 25

Ted

The storm had ripped through our area, and thankfully, Luke made it back home in one piece as soon as it passed. Our home had been spared, and after the longest drive of my life over to the Langston’s to take Lauralee home, we learned that everything at her house was in one piece as well. We had lost the big maple that Luke suspected had been struck by lightning, a few stretches of fence, and some tin off one of our barns. The Langston’s had suffered about as much, including a few trees out in their pastures. It could have been so much worse, and I spent the rest of the day cleaning up the storm’s mess and thinking about how terrified Lauralee had been.

I hated to see her so helpless, especially when I was feeling the same way. Storms like that were the great equalizer, showing us all we’re nothing compared to the strength of mother nature. Lauralee had been so sure something horrible had happened that I couldn’t get her home to find out fast enough, and I’d never been so happy to see the Langston’s bright yellow house as I was then when it came into sight.

After hours of work and checking fences, I finally found myself with some downtime and sat on my bed staring at her picture on my phone. All I had to do was push one little button to talk to her. I contemplated doing just that to test it out. I could call and see how things were. I could ask if they had everything cleaned up or if they needed any help even though I was sure their farmhands had done the work.

The picture showed off her bright eyes, and I couldn’t miss how the angle allowed me to see right down her shirt. She had the hottest tits ever, and I suddenly reminded myself of my brother and how giddy he was over his goddess from Kinsey’s. I wondered if he’d figured out her name.

Lauralee was my goddess, and I remembered the day I licked the spilled cream from her breasts. The way my tongue twirled around her cleavage, taking every drop. My cock hardened thinking about it and the way she’d given herself to me so freely. I imagined her knelt before me, her lips stretched around my head nursing it slowly. I adjusted myself, shifting my weight and spreading my legs a bit. Noticing my door was locked, I slipped my hand down into my shorts and palmed my diamond-hard length. The thing was so hard it could probably cut glass. I hadn’t touched myself in a while, with most of my needs being fulfilled by others and surely not since Lauralee had been with me again.

No one else would ever compare to the way she loved me, the way she worked me, and the way she made me feel. I gripped my erection, closing my fingers around the base and giving it a good upward stroke. My toes curled at the sensation, and I continued to work myself, two nice tight pumps and then I’d let my palm roll over my head. I closed my eyes and imagined Lauralee using her tongue on me, the way she’d licked the head of my cock and teased it before taking it whole into her mouth, her throat accommodating my girth and length like it was made to be there. I thrust my hips upward dreaming of her eyes gazing up at me, watching me watch her and coaxing her deeper. I wanted to wrap my fingers around her ginger braids and pull her closer, thrusting my hips as I fucked her mouth.

“Fuck.” The word escaped from my lips, breaking through the silence of my room and I contemplated putting on the radio. Instead, I pulled my lips in tight and worked my base, tightening my hand to milk the sensation. A glistening pearl of pre-cum emerged, and I spread it around, working it into my cock.

I missed her like crazy and wished she was there beneath me. I’d slide inside her and nudge my way deep, thrusting my head into her depths until she begged for mercy. I had too much I wanted to do with her still. Too much I wanted to show her and share. I needed another chance. When I thought that storm would get worse, my instincts were clear. Get her to safety, and then that sinking feeling came over me wondering if it were too late. I was prepared to push her under the desk if need be and cover her body with mine. I’d do anything to protect her.

My thoughts were all over the place, and my toes curled at the sensations boiling through my body. Every fantasy I’d ever had began and ended with her, even the ones that contained other people, though she’d die knowing how many threesomes she’d had in my mind. I never wanted to be without her, but I didn’t know what to do or how to go about it.

My head rolled back as I worked my cock, and I spit in my hand to lubricate when necessary. I shrugged off my shorts and then tugged my heavy sac and massaged it in my palms as I got closer.

I imagined her riding me, her beautiful face hovered over me like an angel, her lips parted as if at any moment she’d moan out as the pleasure took over. Her slick channel would work me until I spilled deep inside her. Then I’d grind it in good and deep. I tensed, the thoughts sending me over the edge, as hot streams erupted onto my chest and stomach. I milked the last drops as I rode out the waves of pleasure and then collapsed against my bed. The thought was so dirty, but I’d always wanted to throw caution to the wind and do her raw. I’d never done anyone that way before.

With the thought still in my mind, and my seed still warm on my chest, my phone rang. I jumped up seeing Lauralee’s face on the screen and grabbed my phone from the bed beside me. I tried to calm my breathing, but it was no use. “Hello.”

“Hey, it’s me.” Her voice was soft, and her mood seemed down from the tone. “Are you okay?”

I cursed under my breath and went to the bathroom to clean up. “No, I’m good. I was working out a bit; doing some sit-ups.” It sounded like as good an excuse as any. “I was thinking about you though.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I was wondering if you all got your trees cleaned up.” I toweled off, pulled on a pair of shorts and went back to my bed.

“Yeah, things are great here, but I wanted to let you know that the Stutt house was destroyed. I didn’t know if you’d heard. The windmill took a pretty hard hit too.” I heard her sniff on the other end and wondered if she was holding back tears. The house had meant the world to her, and even though part of me never wanted her to have the place with anyone else, I wanted her dreams to come true.

I breathed a sound of disappointment. “Can it be repaired?” I wondered if it were a total loss or if the mess just made it look like it.

“The house is scattered across the pasture. It seems to have picked it up and dropped it about twenty feet away. Well, what was left of it. The windmill is missing some blades, and it’s shifted.”

“Dang, Lolly, I’m so sorry. I know how much it meant to you.” Sure we’d all thought it was a little silly for her to want an entire huge farm for herself, but I never intended on her being alone.

There seemed to be a hollow sound to the background on the other end. “It’s okay. No one wanted me to get it anyway, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to buy it. Daddy is probably happy.” I heard a clear sniffle on the other end and wanted nothing more than to dry her tears.

“He wants you to be happy like I do. I can’t see him being happy that you’re miserable.” She was probably right about him. He was as hell-bent on his little girl staying under his roof her entire life as my parents were about keeping their family close. Only David had been given a pass to leave, and that was only because he was so miserable here.

“That’s sweet, but you know how he is.” Water dripped and splashed in the background, and I realized she must be in her tub. My brow lifted wondering if I were right. I pictured her lying there naked, and my spent cock twitched. Down boy.

It was time to be the sincere and caring friend, not the horny ex. “Maybe you can find another place. You might even like it better.”

The silence stretched out for what seemed like forever, and she finally spoke. “Thanks for driving me home. I’ll walk tomorrow so I can drive my car back.”

“I’ll come and get you. The path is still too wet.” My eagerness probably sounded as silly as it made me feel. “Call me when you’re ready.”

“Thanks, Ted. You’re a great friend.” The words sank in like rocks plummeting to my gut. That’s the way she wanted it now. Friends. No matter how protective I’d been, she never would see it as more. She wouldn’t allow herself. I needed to give her time and ease her back in. My heart sank even worse at the thought. The last time we’d had issues it had taken us years to get things right. I couldn’t wait that long again. I couldn’t pull the same tricks as before, hell, I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to drown my heart in booze and women. I wanted it soaked in her love. “Ted?”

I shook out of my internal battle and realized she’d been calling my name. “Yeah? I’m here.”

“You got quiet. I thought maybe the call had dropped. The tower’s been acting spotty since the storm. Anyway, never mind.”

I could tell by the way she said never mind that there was definitely more on her mind. She had always been that way, and when we were kids and something weighed on her heart, she’d always use the same line. “Don’t tell me never mind. You know that won’t do with me. I know you better.”

“You do know me. Probably better than anyone. I don’t know, I guess I wanted to say how glad I am things are working out. Do you think it’s for the best?” I heard the water move around her and imagined it barely covering her breasts and tight nipples. It sure made it hard to focus, but I tried my best to answer her with the reassurance she needed while making a point of my intentions.

“I think we’re doing fine. I think we’ve needed to let go of so much of the past and move forward. I’m not sure I’m convinced it’s all there is to us, but if you’re happy in the moment, then so am I.” I hoped she understood that I would entertain the way things are, but I wasn’t necessarily going to always settle for friends only.

“But being friends is nice, isn’t it?” Her tone made me question if I’d said something wrong. Maybe she only wanted reassurance of our friendship and not if I wanted more in the end.

I took a deep breath. “Yeah, being friends is great. Are you naked?”

She giggled. “At the moment, yes. I’m in the tub.”

“Friends don’t talk to friends naked.” Good thing she couldn’t see the grin on my face and I hoped I didn’t make her think I was complaining.

“Special friends do. Especially if the friend has already seen you naked.” Her voice lifted with laughter.

“Well, you can call me naked anytime you want. Maybe I’ll do the same for you?”

The laughter filled the room on the other end, echoing across the water. “Are you naked?” She whispered the word, and I could only hope her grandmother wasn’t listening at the door. Or worse, Bailey.

“No.” I looked down at my shorts which were bulging in the front despite my massive ejaculation. “But I could be.”

I heard her gasp, the large intake of breath causing her to hiccup. “You’re so bad, Ted. I better get off of here before you take our friendship to familiar heights.”

“Suit yourself.” I was a breath away from begging her to stay on the line, but I knew better. I’d have to let her go and play my part. But I vowed that the next time she called me up from the tub, she wouldn’t get away so easily.

She giggled through her goodbye, and once the line went dead, I hurried to the bathroom for round two in the shower.